In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Anan spread his hands: "To be honest, this is the funniest joke I've heard in over a decade. A tiny nation of 100,000 people dares to wage war against us. Just because we haven't had a king for over a decade, just because King Vortigern is eyeing us covetously, just because we're surrounded by Anglo-Saxons, besieged on all sides. So now, even an obscure little country dares to point its finger at us, insult our people, plunder our property, and even dares to covet the Sword in the Stone and usurp our throne! Has Camelot already fallen?!"

Yanan's voice grew louder and louder, until finally it sounded like a roar: "Tell me, can you really tolerate this happening?!"

"cannot!!!"

"What is Ghana? A tiny country whose name we've never even heard of, yet it dares to provoke us?"

"If you dare touch any of our Camelot people, I'll kill ten Ghanaians in retaliation!"

"They're even stealing from peasant women, and from princes no less! I think Ghana is really desperate for money!"

Yanan's words were like a match, instantly igniting everyone's emotions!

The crowd was outraged!

“That’s right! So what if we haven’t had a king for the past ten years? Vortigern hasn’t even set foot in Camelot yet, so why should we be afraid of him!”

"Camelot is the most powerful nation in Britain, it has been, and it always will be, because we have the most fearless warriors and the most valiant soldiers! Whoever faces us can only flee in terror, for we are the hunters, and they are the prey!"

"We will use our own hands to create a future that will never fall!"

"If anyone dares to challenge us, then tell them—"

"If you want war, then let's fight!"

"War! War! War!"

The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, and this impassioned speech ignited the flame in everyone's hearts, which then spread rapidly like wildfire!

Seeing this, Yanan smiled slightly:

"Now, make your choice."

He released Rune's hand, and Prince Ghana instantly plummeted downwards.

Dozens of swords were raised instantly, piercing the Ghanaian prince through the heart. The crowd cheered, and the spray of blood brought the atmosphere to a new climax!

"Yanan!"

It's unclear who started it, but it spread like a plague.

Everyone raised their hands like fanatics, shouting the same name.

"Annan! Anan! Anan!"

Looking at the man standing on the top floor, being called out to by people like a star surrounded by the moon, Artoria's eyes shone with hope.

This was the posture of a king she had once longed for: commanding respect and admiration from thousands, bringing boundless confidence and hope to the people as long as he stood there.

But can I really do that now?

The thought of the mother and child who almost died because of his naivety and innocence brought a touch of sadness to his clear, lake-like blue eyes.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Anan had said to her that day:

"Are you really ready to become king?"

……

……

Hearing the shouts of thousands of people around her, Yulina's eyes lit up with a strange light as she looked at the man standing by the wall.

[She looks just like that person.]

She muttered to herself.

Yanan turned around, looked at the black-clad old man whose face was filled with despair, and said calmly, "You should have heard it too, this is our choice. Since you want to start a war, then we have no reason to refuse."

“I will not kill you. Go back and tell the King of Ghana to be prepared.”

"War is about to begin."

Chapter Twenty-Five: Artoria's Resolve

As the crowd gradually dispersed, the lingering excitement and exhilaration remained on everyone's faces.

It is foreseeable that all that is happening today will soon spread throughout Taylorbil, and then throughout Camelot, and even across Britain.

From this day forward, the name Yanan will be remembered by everyone.

The bards will compile his deeds into a collection of poems, which will spread to every corner of Britain, and everyone will know what incredible things the Black Knight named Ananen has done.

He ignited a flame in the hearts of thousands and declared war on a nation!

If he succeeds, he will undoubtedly become a hero who created a miracle, remembered by history and legend.

But if he fails, he will truly become a sinner of Camelot, just as the old man in black said, and be despised by everyone.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle. How did I end up like this?"

Yanan muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, and realized that it all started when he escaped the Land of Shadows because of the system's mission.

"Sure enough, it's all this garbage system's fault."

He shook his head and turned to look at Yulina: "Let's go."

"Oh."

Yulina nodded obediently, following behind Yanan like a pet.

"By the way, I remember that Dead Apostles need to drink blood to survive, right?"

Walking down the corridor, Yanan suddenly asked.

Yulina shook her head: "That's how it is for ordinary Dead Apostles, but because my ability is special, I can use magic instead. Basically, consuming it once a month is enough."

"Devouring magic power is indeed a very special ability. Judging from your appearance, you must be a first-generation Dead Apostle who was directly transformed from a True Ancestor. Who are you?"

Yulina hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It's Lady Eltrauge."

“Black Princess…” Yanan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Black Princess Altruchi is the successor created by the Moon King, Crimson Moon, to prevent herself from being corrected by Gaia or Alaya. She is not a pure True Ancestor, but a hybrid of True Ancestor and Dead Apostle.

As one of the candidates, Eltrauge was too unstable, so Zhu Yue also considered her a failure.

However, this does not mean that Altruchi is not strong. In fact, as the black vampire princess who is the opposite of the white princess Arcueid, the ruler of blood and contracts, and one of the twenty-seven ancestors, Altruchi is undoubtedly one of the top predators in the food chain.

"Was it Altruchi who sent you to the Kingdom of Ghana?" Anaen continued to ask.

“No.” Yulina hesitated for a moment before saying, “I escaped from Lady Eltruchi. I ran to the Kingdom of Ghana to avoid her pursuit.”

"You're saying you escaped from Altruchi?" Yanan stopped and turned to look at Yurina, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Altruchi is the ruler of blood and contracts. How could you, as a Dead Apostle personally transformed by her, manage to escape from her?"

Yulina was even more surprised than him. How could someone be so clear about Altrouge's abilities? Just who was this person?

"Lady Altrouge didn't leave a contract on me, she just made a mark, which I swallowed after I escaped," she replied.

Anan nodded. This was understandable; given Eltrucci's status, she wouldn't be so concerned about a Dead Apostle.

He sighed inwardly. When he saw Yulina, he thought that the Kingdom of Ghana and the Dead Apostles were secretly entangled and preparing to do something big. But it turned out that he had been overthinking things.

But if that's the case, then it seems there's no need for this Dead Apostle to stay, right?

Seeing Yanan's gaze, Yurina felt a pang of panic and quickly said, "That's right! I also know the distribution of the Ghana Kingdom's legions and its main forces, and I know the layout of the palace very well. I even know the location of every tunnel, including the one that leads to the treasury! You'll definitely need these things to attack the Ghana Kingdom, right?"

Yanan was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion, "How do you know these things?"

“This…this…” Yulina’s eyes darted around, and she stammered.

Yanan seemed to suddenly realize something: "Oh, I remember now, the bounty hunter, right?"

Yulina gave an awkward smile and nodded.

Yanan shook his head with amusement. Who would have thought that a Dead Apostle would do such things? He wondered if Eltrucci would be so angry she'd vomit blood if she knew.

However, he hadn't originally planned to kill Yulina, because just now, a wild idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Although I don't know if it will succeed, it's worth a try.

"By the way, haven't you already broken free from Altruchi's control? Why do you still call her 'adult'? Are you that afraid of her?"

“If you were stared at like food every day, you would feel the same way I do,” Yulina sighed with a wry smile.

As soon as Anaen stepped out of the inn, he spotted Artoria walking towards him.

"Teacher, who is this person?"

Artoria glanced at Yurina with a puzzled look, her gaze lingering for a moment on the other's ample bosom before subtly looking away.

Yulina's lips curled up slightly, and she puffed out her chest, making her impressive figure appear even more full and shapely.

Although Artoria's disguise was indeed quite good, as a Dead Apostle, she could naturally smell the sweet scent of virginity in the other person's blood.

“Her name is Yulina, she is a dead apostle, and now she is my servant.”

After giving a brief introduction to Yurina's identity, Yanan suddenly noticed that Artoria's eyes were very dim, and her former heroic spirit had completely disappeared. She looked like a child who had gotten a zero on a test.

"I'm sorry, teacher. This whole thing would never have happened. Because of my naiveté, I almost killed that mother and child, and I've put so much pressure on you. I'm so sorry!"

Artoria bowed deeply to Anahn.

A complex look appeared in Anahn's eyes. He sighed, lifted Artoria up, and smiled, "You are my student. Helping students solve their problems and guiding them onto the right path—isn't that what a teacher should do?"

Artoria took a deep breath, a determined look appearing in her eyes:

“Teacher, I have figured it out. You are right. I am not ready to be a king at all, nor am I capable of shouldering the responsibilities of this country. Right now, I am still a long way from becoming a qualified king.”

"Therefore, I hope to follow in your footsteps and comprehend the true wisdom that enables one to become the ideal king."

"Teacher, please take my place and pull the sword out of the stone!"

Chapter Twenty-Six: Guinevere is Lost?

"Teacher, please take my place and pull the sword out of the stone!"

Hearing Artoria's resolute words, Anahn suddenly fell silent.

His original plan was to get Artoria to give up the Sword in the Stone.

If Artoria refuses to give up, there is no way he can complete the mission.

So at that time, he ruthlessly exposed the flaws of the [Ideal King] plan, laying bare the ugly and cruel truths in front of Artoria, with the aim of making Artoria back down.